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[verboetoperee]

Masterlist!

❤ means it contains smut

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

Diego Hargreeves

High

Worth it

Lonely ❤

Ice cream

My fucking idiot

Mom?

That’s my girl

Horror sessions

Runway show

Mistake series

Part one

Part two

Allison Hargreeves

Manipulative

Klaus Hargreeves

Fairy lights

Five Hargreeves

Beautiful (self harm tw)

Ben Hargreeves

The girl next door  ❤

Justin Min

Cliche

Seven minutes in hell (part one) ❤

Seven minutes in hell (part two) ❤

AMERICAN HORROR STORY

Xavier Plympton

Quarantine christmas

HARRY POTTER

Fred Weasley

Fix the lights ❤

ONE DIRECTION

Harry Styles

Watermelon sugar

The other Sandy

blurbs:

1

Niall Horan

Big feelings

OTHERS

Zendaya

Let’s play a game ❤

Quarantine headcanons

I hate everything about you

Bratty little thing  ❤

Heart and soul

Namaste, aashiq

Not taking requests at the time

What I write for

[holywaterhangover]

the pitt fandom feels like one big sleepover and i'm too nervous to ask for an invite

[spacephobos]

fucking love the pitt. they let the autistic girl chill with a dog fo a bit then her boss came in like "fucking love u girl my least troublesome intern wanna pick sooo much gravel out a dudes leg wound?" and she was just like 😀😀😀 incredible. banger autistic rep shes so me.

[oscarisaacsspit]

that was hot

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[nitewrighter]

“The prince just fell in love with Cinderella because of her looks!”

Wrong. Okay, picture this–

So there’s the prince, okay? He’s like, smack dab in the center of the ballroom, and he is like, horrifically aware that this whole ball thing is a result of his dad falling into a panic about the royal lineage or whatever and he’s stuck listening to highborn girl after highborn girl, all lined up, introducing themselves like, “Oh yeah my family’s been a longtime supporter of the crown, and I think you’re cute, *cough* I’ve been told I have child-bearing hips *cough* Who said that? Anyway–” and Princey boy is just smiling through it, he has been the center of attention for entirely too long, he misses his emotional support horse, and is just internally like “Someone please kill me now.” And then… he sees her–This isn’t a love at first sight thing, this is a ‘what the hell is going on over there’ thing, because this girl has not gotten into the Debutante line for a solid 45 minutes. 

She’s just at the hors d’oeuvres table going HAM on the prosciutto-wrapped asparagus, and like, she’s polite about it, she’s happy to move aside for other people grabbing punch and canapes (and she’s really so sweet with the wait staff, it’s kind of cute because they’re like… definitely not used to being acknowledged) but it’s like, “Damn girl, did you not eat today?” and then the prince is kind of stuck with the uncomfortable thought of ‘how many girls starved themselves to fit into a corset for this.’ And then the Prince realizes he’s missed the past 4 Debutante introductions because he’s watching Mystery girl hork down crab rangoons. So he’s like, “Excuse me” and manages to break free from the never-ending parade of girls who will hop on his dick for status.

 And as he’s approaching Mystery Girl, it’s kind of hitting him that something’s not quite natural about her. Not fake, but not quite real. But at the same time this whole evening’s been just a whole circus of people acting fake as hell, so like, someone seeming a little off doesn’t seem bad, necessarily. And he sidles up to her like, “Hi,” and she’s like, “Oh–hey, have you tried the tapenade?” and she points to one of the plates, and at this point, he could hit her with the “You don’t know who I am, do you?” deal or the “Very funny, I see your play” deal, but at this point it occurs to him that, no, he hasn’t had anything to eat throughout this whole damn ball, partially because of being stuck in the debutante parade, partially because of nerves, and there’s something so disarming about the question that he grabs a crostini and she still seems so food-focused that it doesn’t seem possible that this is a play. So they both grab little plates and ditch the party.

She pretty much clears her plate in under two minutes and then has half of his plate, he’s cool with it, mostly he’s just absolutely fascinated listening to her.

See here’s the thing about Cinderella:

1. She doesn’t know he’s the prince. Like yeah, he’s been at the center of the room, but she’s kind of spent half the party eagerly looking around everywhere she’s allowed to go (”Have you seen rose garden? Have you seen the solarium??” further confirmation that she doesn’t know who she’s talking to) and the other half stuffing her face with food. 

2. She assumes she’s never going to see anyone here tonight again, and no one recognizes her, so she has no filter.

So she’s just talking about whatever with this guy. He seems cool. She talks about her friends, who are rats. She makes little outfits for them. Sometimes they bring her little gifts. She is already the coolest person the prince has ever met because of this. She pretty much offhandedly talks about whatever is fucked up about the kingdom that would take his advisors two hours of hemming and hawing and watering down to address. She just says it like it’s nothing, just funky little things she’s observed, and again, she’s not aware that he’s the prince, but it’s still pretty damn bold to bring up at a literal royal ball.

She… seems to have the majority of graces that lots of girls from Respectable Families™ have, but there’s something strange about it, something simultaneously broken and hardened, like the way you can see where ice has thawed and re-frozen. Also the way she talks about her family, and the way she avoids talking about her family– is raising several red flags, not in the “Oh this is another person trying to take advantage of me” sense, but in the “Oh fuck, something’s gone really wrong and you need help” sense and also lowkey a ‘damn is she even getting fed?’ sense. But he can’t say, ‘Hey, that’s not fucking normal for people to say that to you or treat you that way. We need to get you out of there,’ without sounding crazy himself, so for now, he’s just going to chill, make sure she’s comfortable, and keep enjoying the evening. She’s somehow befriended like 4 of the waitstaff so they’re willing to cover for them while they disappear for a little bit, and they get plenty of time to talk, but eventually it hits her that she hasn’t danced yet and she’s like “Come on! I bet we can make the prince jealous!” and he just bursts out laughing at that like “hell yeah, let’s make the prince jealous. He’s a real asshole.” Like clearly she’s having a good time, so who is he to make it weird? So they head back to the ballroom and they dance. And our girl, Mystery Girl, Cinderella, while they’re dancing, becomes acutely aware that everyone is staring. That doesn’t seem quite right. Like, yeah she’s hot, she knows she’s hot, but at least a good third of the party should still be focused on the prince, right? Where is that guy, anyway?

Oh.

Oh wait.

Oh shit.

And Princey Boy actually picks up on her realization and they whisper argue for like 3 minutes. “Why didn’t you tell me?! Now I feel like a goddamn idiot!” “I dunno it was nice being treated like a normal person” “Well me treating you like a normal person makes me a goddamn felon or something did you consider that?!” “Hey–Hey–it’s cool–you’re cool–I think you’re amazing, and if anyone says shit about you, I can shut it down.” “Well I don’t like that! That’s fucked up!” “I agree. It is fucked up, but I believe in you, and I think you should have a chance, and I’m here to back you up. I know power is fucked up right now. I know. But are you cool with working with me to change that?” And our girl Cindy pauses on that for a couple seconds, because.. she’s just spent hours with this guy and like.. she knows he’s a good guy, she knows he means well, so she’s like, “I don’t know how long I can actually work with you.” and the prince is like “Look, I know your home situation is complicated right now, but I really think we can–”

And then the bell starts ringing.

It’s midnight.

And then she takes off in a panic, and our prince just met the coolest person ever, and like, he’s pretty sure whatever situation they’re headed back to is fucked up, and all he’s got going to find her is a shoe. A shoe. 

[ohcaptains]

take the edge off

pairing. eddie munson x female! reader  do not copy my work, i will find out. 

an. lets not talk about it !!!! at all!! ever !! let’s move on and live in denial !! pls comment and reblog if you like love u mwah! synopsis. you’ve been seeing eddie for a couple of months now. still, you’re not always able to voice your desires – don’t worry though, eddie’s able to read you like a book. 

warnings. 18+. minors do not interact with this fic or follow me. swearing, anxiety – slight panic attack but not a panic attack – kissing, almost being caught, drugs (edibles), slight sub space (you’re just really high), female receiving fondling and penetration, dominant eddie kinda, hand on throat (no choking), spit as lube (then real lube) – dealers choice universe but can be read separately. 

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[djo]

#new choker just dropped

[babybluebex]

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | your period cramps are especially bad one night, and, after letting him in on a secret, eddie offers himself up to help you feel better. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | eddie munson (stranger things, 2022) x fem!reader 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 | smut (minors dni, , period sex, oral and fingering f!receiving, p in v sex, unprotected sex) mentions of blood, praise kink, master kink, everyone in this is 18+ and if you aren't, you shouldn't be reading it! 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | i’m riding the crimson wave and need a sweet eddie to help get rid of my cramps so i wrote this and am living vicariously through it lol

“What’s wrong, baby?” Eddie asked, smoothing his hand down your arm. “You seem really down today.” 

“Nothing’s wrong,” you assured him. “Just a little tired, that’s all.”

“Are you sure?” Eddie asked. “Because you’re not trying to sneak into my lap or anything.”

It was true. You had been sitting on Eddie’s bed with him for almost an hour now, absorbed in your book and almost fully ignoring Eddie. Your reason was simple, though; your curled-up position against his pillows eased the painful cramps in your middle. If you tried to move, the cramps and aches got worse, and curled up was the best position for you. 

Eddie had been sitting on the edge of his bed, trying to figure out a Metallica riff by ear. He had been making good progress, too, until he had stopped and turned to you. 

“I’m sure,” you told him. “I’m just reading, that’s all.” 

“Really?” Eddie asked, cocking an eyebrow. “Because you’ve been staring at me for the past five minutes. Doesn’t seem like reading to me, princess.” 

“Sorry,” you mumbled. “I’m just… Crampy, you know?” 

“Aw,” Eddie pouted, and he grabbed your hand and kissed your fingers. “Does your tummy hurt?” 

“Eddie,” you sighed. “I’m not a child, my tummy doesn’t hurt. I’ve just got period cramps, okay? And sitting like this makes them hurt less.” 

Eddie strung off his guitar and set it on its holder in the wall, and he moved carefully to you. He put his arm around you and tugged you close into his body, and you buried your face in his warm chest, breathing in his scent of stale cigarettes and cologne and his natural musk. Eddie was always a comfort to you, especially in moments like these, and you kissed his chest through his shirt. 

“I’m sorry,” Eddie uttered softly, and he smoothed his hand down your head. “What can I do for you, sweetheart?” 

“Nothing,” you said, then, a moment later, upon second thought, added, “Have you got any Tylenol?” 

“I think so,” Eddie said, and he started to get up, but you tugged him back, whining softly. “Baby, I can’t get it for you if you don’t let go.” 

“But I want you,” you mumbled, and Eddie pouted at you. 

“My sweet girl,” he whispered, and he kissed your forehead. “Fine. I’ll stay. But seriously, is there anything I can do to help you feel better?” 

You knew of one thing he could do, but you were unsure of if he would want to. You had heard that, apparently, having an orgasm would help ease period cramps and, while you didn’t feel apprehensive about asking, you figured Eddie would want nothing to do with that. Your anxiety spiked in your chest, and you swallowed thickly. “I-I heard this rumor,” you began softly. “That period sex… Y’know?” 

Eddie laughed lightly. “No, baby, I don’t know,” he said. “You want me to fuck you, sweetheart? All you’ve gotta do is ask.” 

“Are you sure?” you asked. “I mean… It’ll get messy.” 

“I’ve got towels,” Eddie said simply. 

“We’ll get messy.”

“I’ve got a shower too,” Eddie told you. “If it helps you feel better, I’m willing to try anything.”

“But the blood—”

Eddie surged forward, and he pressed his lips to yours. His kiss felt hot on your mouth, heavy and hot and arousing, and his hand touched your cheek lightly as his tongue pressed past your lips and into your mouth. Your body reacted to him before your mind could think of it, and your legs turned to nudge Eddie’s with your knee. 

“Fuck the blood,” Eddie whispered. “I’m not afraid to get a little bloody. Anyway… That’s pretty metal.” 

“You…” you began, and trailed off as Eddie kissed you again. His hands fell to your waist, and he tugged you fully underneath him as your hands tangled in his hair. You would always fall to Eddie’s charms. You moaned as his tongue dominated your mouth again, his hands flitting all around your body to touch every part of you. Finally, his hands found home on your hips again, and his fingers dug into the waistband of your shorts as he broke the kiss. 

“What d’ya say, baby?” Eddie asked. “Gonna let me fuck you right now?” 

“Please,” you whined, and Eddie’s skilled hands tugged down your shorts. He captured your panties at the same time, and you cringed as your pad crinkled with the movement. 

“Oh, baby, please don’t be embarrassed,” Eddie pleaded quickly, seeing your discomfort in your eyes. “Look, we don’t have to if you think you’re gonna be uncomfortable. I’d love to, but if you don’t want to—”

“No, no,” you said quickly. “I-I want to, it’s just… I don’t know why I’m embarrassed. Just keep going.” 

“Okay,” Eddie said gently, his eyes still wide and watching your every move. “Seriously. Tell me if you’re over this and we’ll stop.”

“Eddie, please,” you whined. Your pussy was throbbing just by being exposed to him, and you added, “I want it. I do. You should get a towel, though.” 

“Right,” Eddie nodded, then he seemed to snap out of whatever trance the sight of your pussy had him in. “Right! Towels…” He got up from the bed, tugging his jeans higher on his hips, and he mumbled to himself as he went to the bathroom and retrieved a few towels. You took the time to strip off your shirt and bra, and you rubbed your thighs together for any hint of friction as Eddie half-jogged back into the bedroom and shut the door with his foot. 

You could see his erection pressing against his zipper as he mumbled, “Lift up your hips, baby,”, and you grinned as he carefully spread out one of his towels on the bed below you, settling down a second one for good measure. His eyes were bright as he watched you squirm to get comfortable, and he smiled and leaned down to kiss you again. This one was quicker, just a hard peck, before he pulled back and tugged his shirt up and over his head, tossing it in the corner. 

He was back on you in a second, jerking his thigh between your legs, and his mouth met yours in a messy kiss, open mouths and wandering tongues. You loved making out with Eddie, especially the nights where no clothes would come off and you were left pathetically grinding against his thigh to cum. You did just that, rubbing your pussy on his leg as you moaned into his mouth, and your brain caught up with your body quickly. “Shit, Ed, I don’t wanna get blood on your jeans,” you started, but Eddie laughed. 

“I can wash them, baby,” he said. “Seriously, don’t worry about staining anything or getting anything dirty or whatever. I can wash everything. All I want you worrying about is when I’m gonna put my dick in that pretty pussy of yours. Alright?”

You nodded, and Eddie kissed you again. His kiss was heavy and demanding, and his fingers reached down and lightly touched your pussy lips, and you squealed as your hips jerked up to get more of his touch. 

“How rough do you want me to be, baby?” Eddie asked. “You want that sweet, mushy shit or you want me to be mean?” 

“I dunno…” you started. 

“What’ll help you get off harder?” Eddie added. 

Your tummy flipped at his words, spoken so casually but so beautifully, and you mumbled, “Not really rough, but, like… Enough.” 

“Enough,” Eddie repeated, and his hand snaked up to your throat, lightly pressing his fingers into your flesh. “Is this enough for you, pretty girl?” 

“Yeah,” you whispered, already feeling the effects of the limited blood supply. “S’perfect….”

“Oh, don’t tell me you’re already going brainless,” Eddie chuckled, and he pressed his thigh up into your cunt, letting the rough fabric of his jeans touch your clit. “You’re so cute. Rub down onto me, baby, let’s get you a little wet.” 

You nodded in obedience, something you knew Eddie liked, and you rolled your hips down onto his thigh as his leg came up to meet you. He leaned forward and started to kiss your neck, sucking your sensitive skin between his teeth and marking you to all hell, but it only made the throbbing between your legs grow more intense. Finally, a well-timed rock of your hips aligned with Eddie’s hard thigh, and you moaned as your clit rubbed against his jeans. 

“Good girl,” Eddie whispered, his breath hot against the wet patches on your neck that he had made. “You want my fingers? Or my mouth?” 

“Whatever you want,” you told him, and he kissed your neck once more, just above where his fingers sat. “However you want me…” 

“No,” Eddie said firmly, and he removed his hand and titled your head to look at him, his fingers capturing your chin. “Tell me what you want, baby. Tell your master exactly how I can please you.”

Eddie knew what he was doing. He knew that you loved when he called himself that. He knew you loved to call him that. He knew that, the moment you called him Master, it was all over for you, and keeping any semblance of a cool head would be impossible. 

“M-Mouth,” you stammered breathlessly, and your heart thumped when you remembered exactly what that meant for him. “Oh, but you don’t have to—”

“Hush, baby,” Eddie told you, and he sweetly kissed your cheek. “I wouldn’t have offered it if I didn’t want to.” 

With that, he slunk down your body, taking care to kiss over your hips and belly, and Eddie was quick to part your thighs and coo softly at the sight of you. “Already shaking,” he said softly, and he kissed your thighs, easing slowly closer and closer to your pussy. “God, I know you’re gonna taste so good.” 

“Like blood, maybe,” you stuttered out, forcing a half-laugh, and Eddie cast his eyes up to you. 

“But that’s you,” he insisted. “No matter what part of you it is, it’s you, and I’m gonna love it. You hear me?” 

You nodded, your brain a little fuzzy with the praise, and Eddie pushed his hair behind his shoulder before he dived in. His tongue made a long, heavy lick up your pussy, tasting you from bottom to top, and you groaned at the softness of his movements. He was so kind and gentle with it, and he hooked his lips around your throbbing clit and gave it a firm suck as his big brown eyes locked on yours. 

You couldn’t help the high-pitched moan that left your throat, and your head fell back on Eddie’s pillows as he fell off of your clit. You could feel your heartbeat in the walls of your cunt as Eddie started a rhythm, licking and kissing and sucking at you. His eyes closed, his eyelashes pressing nicely against his upper cheeks, and he moaned into your cunt. “I was right, baby,” he whispered and, when he came up for air, your own breath caught in your throat at the glossy red-brown hue on his lips. “You taste so good.”

“Jesus,” you panted, and you pressed your hand to your chest as your head tipped back with a laugh.”I can’t believe I’m letting you do this.” 

“But it feels good, doesn’t it?” Eddie asked. “And those cramps aren’t as bad, huh?” 

“I guess you’re right,” you mumbled, and you worried your bottom lip between your teeth. “Can you add your fingers?” 

“Sure,” Eddie said, and he put his lips back on your clit as one of his fingers prodded at your hole. His finger added to the experience, giving your cunt something to clench down on instead of uselessly throbbing, and your moan caught in your throat as Eddie fucked his finger into you and sucked hard at you at the same time. His tongue danced around your clit as he fucked you hard on his finger, and every inch of him inside you wasn’t enough. 

“More,” you mewled, writhing under his grip, and Eddie’s free hand rubbed soothing circles on your hip as his second finger joined his first without hesitation. His rings were cool against your warm skin, and your legs opened wider for him. “Fuck, Eddie, more.” 

“No, no, baby,” Eddie said, stilling his fingers inside you. “What do you call me?” 

Your heart skipped a beat. “M-Master,” you managed to stutter out, and Eddie’s eyebrows raised. “Please, I want your cock.” 

“Good girl,” Eddie said gently, landing a sloppy kiss on your clit. “You’re so good for me, saying please and everything.” 

He withdrew his fingers, stained the same color as his lips from your blood, your slick collecting wetly on his fingertips, and Eddie wiped his hand on the towel below him before he went to his belt. “You’re a little sweetheart, you know that?” Eddie asked, and you covered your face with your hands as you squealed. 

“Eddie!” you whined. “Stop!” 

“No, no, listen to me,” Eddie told you. “You’re so cute, and you’re funny, and you’re kind, you’re the whole package, baby. And I get you all to myself. I’m a lucky motherfucker.” 

“Whatever you say,” you mumbled, your cheeks growing warm. “Can you just fuck me already?” 

“No problem, babe,” Eddie said easily. He leaned forward, and his warm hands grabbed at your body as he kissed you. You almost didn’t mind the tang of your own blood on his tongue as he kissed you, mouths open and panting and spit gathering on your lips. His kiss was heavy and needy, almost as needy as you were, and you moaned gently into his waiting mouth. 

Eddie was quick to push down his pants and boxers, and you gasped at the dark stain on his already-dark jeans, seeping through thinly onto the fabric of his blue boxers. Although, unlike before, where you were worried about making a mess, the mess only made your belly flip and your cunt throb. 

He was hard already as he undressed, not having taken too long to become aroused, and your mouth watered at the sight of his hard cock as it slapped up against his belly. Once he was fully naked, he slotted himself between your legs again, and he slid his cock up your wet pussy, groaning softly at the feeling. “So wet,” Eddie mumbled. “You ready, sweetheart?” 

“Yes, Master,” you replied, and Eddie grinned like the devil as he carefully pushed his cock into you. Even just the head of him was enough to make your head tip back and a moan to leave your mouth, and Eddie leaned forward and kissed your open mouth as he pushed in deeper. 

“I love to hear that,” Eddie mumbled, and he hissed as he sank fully into you, his balls hitting your ass as he buried himself up to the hilt in you. “Tight pussy, fuck… You’re so good for me.” 

His hands anchored themselves on your hips, and he drew himself out of you almost fully, letting his cock drag against your wet walls, and you whimpered when just the leaking head of his cock remained inside you. Quickly, he snapped his hips forward, and the sound of his flesh hitting yours drove you wild. Eddie picked up a quick pace, fucking you just how you asked, rough but not too rough. The bed creaked with every fuck into you he gave, and he huffed through gritted teeth. “This wet cunt,” he mumbled. “All soaking wet, just for me, yeah? Soaked little pussy…” 

“Yes!” you cried, and you grabbed at his hard shoulders to anchor yourself to him. If you weren’t touching him, you were afraid that you might have floated away. Whoever had said that sex helped period cramps was right; you couldn’t even feel them anymore. All you could feel was Eddie, the hot drag of his cock inside you, the throbbing of his cock in time with your cunt. “Eddie! Eddie, fuck!” 

“Feel that good?” Eddie laughed with another huff. “Yes, baby, scream my name.”

“Eddie!” you whined, digging your fingernails into his shoulders. You were so sensitive, more so than usual, and Eddie seemed to revel in that fact. He fucked you hard, the wet sounds of your skin hitting making your brain turn to mush, and one of Eddie’s hands fell off of your waist and came up to lightly touch your clit. 

The slight brush of his finger made your hips jerk, and you mumbled out, “Eddie, fuck… Feels so good…”

“God, you’re so good,” Eddie told you as his thumb played lightly with your throbbing clit. You could feel your heartbeat in every inch of your body, and you squirmed as your body struggled to take everything Eddie was giving you. “Your fuckin’ pussy is good, and you’re so good, my sweet little thing, my girl… Fuck, what is going on?” 

“What?” you asked. 

“I’m about to cum already,” Eddie laughed breathlessly. His neck and chest were red with the exertion, and you smiled at his confession. “You make me cum so quick, fuck.” 

“Please, Eddie,” you pleaded, your hips bucking in time with his, and you groaned as he speared you deep, deep enough to feel in your chest. “Please cum, Eddie, please, I wanna feel you when you cum…” 

“God!” Eddie moaned, his lip tugging tight between his teeth. His moan was deep in his chest, drawn out and beautifully raspy, and, when he opened his eyes, the chocolate brown ol his eyes was gorgeous and blown-out, all fucked out. “You’re so fuckin’... Hot, Jesus. I’m gonna cum.”

“Do it, Master,” you told him, and he groaned again before he buried his face in your neck. “Oh, my Master, are you gonna give me your cum?” 

“Fuck, yes,” Eddie whispered into your neck, and his scratchy voice made your cunt throb around him, and he groaned again as your cunt squeezed his dick tight. “Yeah, I’ll give it to you, baby. Fuck…” One more fuck into you, and you felt a shudder pass through Eddie’s body as he came hard, pushing himself fully into you and pumping you full of it. 

His thumb remained in your clit as he came, urging you to your finish with him, and your breath caught in your throat as you felt the hot coil in your stomach release. “Eddie!” you managed to cry, and you gripped him by the back of his neck as you came. Your head felt fuzzy as you gushed around Eddie’s cock, throbbing and milking him for every bit of his cum, and you groaned softly when he slowly began to fuck in and out of you, riding you through your orgasm. 

Your ears still felt full of cotton as Eddie spoke to you, and you listened through the fluff as he kissed your neck and praised you. “My good girl,” he whispered, remarking you in the places he had made them before. “My perfect girl… And look, baby. Towel did its job. How do you feel?” 

You swallowed thickly, and you pulled Eddie, his warm, sticky-sweaty skin molding to yours. Your lips found his, and you moaned softly as his gentleness. He always knew how to make you feel good. “Better,” you told him. “They were right; sex makes cramps go away.” 

“Who told you that, anyway?” Eddie laughed, still kissing your neck. 

A warm flush overtook your face as you thought about the admission you were about to give, and you giggled and covered your face. 

“Oh, now I have to know,” Eddie laughed, and his hands went to your wrists, tugging your hands away from your face. When you looked back at him, you couldn’t help but smile at the sweat that had collected on his upper lip and dripped off of his bangs. “C’mon, baby, who told you this wonderful bit of news?”

“I-I read it,” you told him finally. “In Cosmo.” 

“Really?” Eddie laughed. “You read Cosmo?” 

“It’s not a habit!” you exclaimed, and Eddie kissed your cheek. “I-I was at the library and I was bored and picked it up!”

“Maybe you oughta pick up Cosmo more often,” Eddie said. “If it gives you tips like this.” 

[swingsuckerswing]

Gentle With Me

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, Eddie Munson x Virgin!Reader, Eddie Munson x Reader, Eddie Munson x OFC

PART 2 HERE

Rating: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Summary: Reader asks Hawkins High’s favorite freak to deflower her before they graduate. Reader has had a crush on Eddie since forever and only trusts him to do it right. Unbeknownst to her, Eddie has also been crushing hard. He takes extra special care of her ;)

Warnings: NSFW, vaginal penetration, safe sex, mentions of blood, first time, deflowering, loss of virginity, fluff and smut, oral (fem receiving), fingering (fem receiving), he talks you through it, constant checking in, aftercare

Word Count:  7,908 (sorry, this got super long!)

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A Hearth's Flame - I

Info: Vamp/Kas! Eddie Munson x Reader

Words: 1.2k

Synopsis: Eddie Munson stumbles upon a lost, frightened, and frozen creature in his woods, taking them back to his castle. But something isn’t right. 

NOTE!! AU fantasy-fiction with dragons and werewolf people where Eddie is Kas the Bloody-Handed takes place in a royal castle in the Upside down. The time is fucked up here, but it is essentially the 1800s, so bare with me. 

Cold stings my entire body like honeybees in the summer. I make a mad dash with no idea where I’m really going through the thick wood. I almost forgot why I was running. Then I imagine the creature’s maws gnashing at my bare feet behind me. Gods, it is so cold. I wrap the red shawl around my body tighter for warmth, but it’s no use because I can still feel the wind flow through the crocheted holes. My legs burn from running for so long. My lungs sting like thousands of needles from intaking such sharp, freezing breaths. I have to stop soon. I don’t hear the gnashing of their teeth or their drooling snarls. I halt, hearing their disappointed howls in the distance calling off the search for their prey. I huff wearily, seeing my breath come in puffs of steam. I finally take in where I am. Snow thinly covers the rocks and I now know why my feet are numb. Nothing but the same redwood in rows and rows for as far as the eye could see. Not far off there was a river which was surprisingly not frozen, I could hear the trickling of the water over the rocks and pebbles. But it was too dark to see where it was exactly. That was the only sound, besides the nighttime birds and insects chittering for bed. Other than that, it was completely silent. The trees in the woods are illuminated by the moon at the highest point in the sky. Fog settles on the ground, and since I’ve stopped running there is now a nice snow-like blanket over what should’ve been dark leaves. The multiple lone pine trees made the moonlight cast rays of choppy light onto the mossy floor. No gravel trails were to be seen to lead me out of the dark forest. I am now truly alone.

But something caught my eye. The only colorful thing in this dark, monochromatic wood was a bush with a singular scarlet rose. It was the only one in full bloom, the rest were just pink buds. Shivering and reluctant, I stepped up to it. Kneeling down in the soft moss, I leaned down and put the rose in between my ring and middle finger to hold it still. I buried my nose in the silky petals and breathed deeply enjoying the natural floral scent. I pulled my hand back, and one of the thorns cut my ring finger. “Ouch!” I hissed aloud, grasping my wrist and examining the cut on my finger. Merlot red blood began to seep from the small cut already. Standing up, I shook my head in disbelief because of how clumsy I have been. As I backed up to try and see myself out of this scary place, my back hit something very firm and equally as cold as the environment.

“Hmph, what do we have here… what is a human doing trespassing on my property?” A silvery voice echoed, his words were long and drawn out. Two gaunt hands were placed on both shoulders, and they spun me around quite forcibly. I got a look at who… or should I say what spoke to me. It was a man that had turned me around, his hands were still on my shoulders and he was bending to stare at me at eye level. His hair was disheveled and curly, a color darker than black, and lay comfortably on his shoulders. The man’s skin was an antique white, similar to a porcelain doll. I felt as though the male had the power to see straight through me. "I believe I asked you a question. Oh, are all humans like you this rude? Stumbling into my garden uninvited, injuring yourself on my poor rose bush. You’ve better have a good explanation as to why you’re here, princ/ess," His words were honeyed. The man’s eyes were glazed as they looked me over searching for something. They seemed to find it because he face-palmed himself playfully. “Oh silly me… you must be in shock and freezing out here! Here, let me take you inside of my home and take care of you, I insist,” he offered his hand to me after standing up to his full height. The man’s hand was just as snowy white as the rest of him. His fingernails were black and had a slightly sharpened edge to them like a cat’s. I look down at the ground and now is quite the perfect time to notice the trail of my blood following right where I was standing. It painted the snowy floor, creating a small pool around my ankle. I guessed one of the creatures got me and I didn’t notice because I was running for my very life. It had started to sting now, the wound was gushing blood, and the wintery breeze was not helping. I avoided looking at the open gash, but the loss of blood started to make me dizzy. I can’t avoid this thing forever. I was in utter disbelief at what was happening, but the ebbing pain of my wound told me not to protest. The icy wind nipped at my body still, and it was only getting worse. ‘But what if he is something else? This man doesn’t look relatively… human,’ I bit my lip, noticing how chapped they were. My feet were numb from running on the ice, and still standing on top of it didn’t make it better. ‘I guess I have no other choice,’ I placed my cold hand in the mans freezing palm. He wrapped his long fingers around my fragile, icy hand. “Come along then, darling. I don’t bite... well, not very hard,” The man jested, his lips curling upwards to show- ‘His teeth…’ I had let out a short, audible gasp which drew cold air into my lungs. All four of his canine teeth were an inch too long.

I must’ve looked worried because he instantly took the joke back. “It was a joke, why eat you now when you are bleeding half to death,” He murmured, shaking his head as he leads me to my impending doom.

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Eddie's POV

That smell… so intoxicating and ambrosial, like rain on a fresh spring morning. What is it? I pull myself to my feet, putting the tin green watering can on the grassy floor hearing a soft ‘crunch’, as I follow my nostrils. The metallic aroma clung to my nose, and wouldn’t let go. The source of the smell was a…human? My eyes landed on a person struggling to breathe. Their lips trembled, and seemed to flinch at every sound that a cricket or barn owl made.‘Did they see me?’ I worried to myself in my head as I continued to watch from afar. They have a nasty gash on their calf near their ankle. It was fresh, it looked like a bite mark, probably from the wolves that guarded the dark wood. I knew I’d heard them earlier. It took me everything not to pin them to the ground right now and tear their flesh to shreds. The thought alone made my mouth water, but I had to put up a polite front. The moonlight illuminated their figure perfectly, especially the blood stains on the glittering snow. That smell was so powerful. But I had a brilliant idea… and patience is a virtue.

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𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐄

pairing: eddie munson x gn!reader

tags: mostly fluff, slight angst, a feeling of love accompanied by impending doom, u can pretend vol 2 happens or just dont, soft!eddie, swearing, established relationship

summary: you stay with eddie while hiding out at lover’s lake. you prefer him over everything else.

a/n: don’t. just don’t. just read it and try to heal.

February is Eddie’s favorite month. He tells you it's because the syllables roll off his tongue so gently, a word that just sounds so easy on the ears, better to reminisce about. Although, it’s really because Valentine’s Day is his favorite holiday instead of Halloween, where he can use that infamous phrase of ‘love is in the air’ to easily reel you in for rom-com date nights and stolen kisses in his stuffy bedroom. 

He’d never admit that though. You don’t need him to, anyways.

Instead of roses, Eddie likes giving you handpicked bouquets of pink apple blossoms whenever they’re in season. A little ways off Hawkins, there’s this tiny orchard that he visits specifically for flowers — he says he’s read in a children’s book that all kinds of flowers have different languages, but he likes what apple blossoms have to offer the most.

‘What do these little guys say?’ You’d ask him.

He’d smile with those big, brown eyes of his and tilt his head at you endearingly, ‘I prefer you over everything else.’

You suppose it’s his way of saying ‘I love you.’ You’ll take it. You’ll take anything.

Eddie likes quality time and acts of service. Honestly, the boy himself is a walking pastiche of all five love languages. He is love, he is kind, and he is yours. Your metalhead wonderboy, the unstoppable and fiery twenty-year old with the biggest heart and an even bigger determination to finally get his diploma, a gentle nerd with chestnut-haired locks that bounce on his silly head whenever he walks because he constantly has a pep in his step ever since he’s met you. 

If only Hawkins felt the same. You don’t know how many hours it’s been since the whole town — both metaphorically and literally— has lit their torches and grabbed their shotguns in search of your boyfriend, but the peace takes away from the chaos that is the witch hunt for a nonexistent cult leader. 

He’s just a boy. 

And now it’s just the two of you. Here, alone at the edge of Lover’s Lake, sitting atop a blue tarp inside this flimsy, hanging boat while Robin, Steve, Dustin, and Max have gone out to get some supplies.

The birds are chirping, the clouds part in the bluing sky, the water ripples pleasantly while you admire the quiet and Eddie admires you. He squishes his face against the heel of his palm, eyes pinned on your sunken look, the way your stare falls on the wet leaves beneath your once-white shoes. 

The boat swings ever-so-slightly as he nudges your thigh with his knee. His voice is barely above a whisper, raspy and cracked but seeping with adoration. “Hey, you.” 

You smile, and so does Eddie as soon as he sees a flash of your teeth. “Hey, yourself.”

“What’s going on in that big, fat brain of yours? Hm?”

He scoots over, engulfing your hand with his. You lean your cheek on his shoulder, lashes fluttering with bliss and mouth twitching into a soft grin when you feel his lips stow a tender kiss to your scalp. 

“Oh, thoughts. You wouldn’t know.” You coo teasingly. He eagerly runs his thumb over your knuckles, keen to the chipped black polish on your nails before he’s turning your fingers over and tracing the lines on your palm.

“Well, maybe… if you shared said thoughts with me, babe… I might finally get inspiration to conjure some up for myself.” Eddie shrugs, nuzzling his head against yours. He lets out a chuckle when he hears a faint thrum coming from the headphones around your neck, tangled wires leading to the beat-up walkman on your lap. “Still this song?”

Valentine’s Day. Bruce Springsteen.

Funny.

He thinks back to your second date — a date that was meant to be formal, or so he thought. Showed at your front door with a button-up, sleeves rolled and a pinstripe vest that was such a contrast to your Metallica shirt and baggy jeans. He remembers having hotwired a fancy car, just to impress you, only for that damned song to come on the radio as soon as you buckled yourself in.

Eddie replays your laugh from that night over and over again. Fuck, he’s blushing just thinking about it.

You glance at the horizon. “S’comforting, I suppose. Makes me think of you and… not all that other stuff. Like the stuff they say about you. The assumptions.” 

“Well… what they say… I don’t know…” He sighs, playing with the matching skull ring on your hand. There’s a flicker of affliction in his dark pupils, a dilemma evident on the sudden furrow of his brows as you nervously turn to look at each other. “Do — do you think they’re right?”

You purse your lips into a pained frown and reach up to cup his cheek. “I know you better than anyone else, Eds. They’re not even close. Not one bit.”

“They don’t know me.” He pulls you closer, breath fanning over your chin as he holds you by the nape of your neck like a lifeline. 

Unsinkable. Unwavering. You’re the buoy, but he hates being the crashing tide.

“They don’t.”

“No, they don’t know me like you know me.” Eddie rasps, and you swear you see tears in his eyes as he blinks up to meet your gaze. You touch foreheads, squeezing and tugging at each other’s hands until you feel his plump lips ghost over your own. “You just know me, Y/N.” He nudges the bridge of his nose against yours, his porcelain skin soft under your fingertips while something of a whimper escapes him. “Can I kiss you? I’m sorry, I… fuck, I must look like an absolute mess. But god, when am I not? It’s just… you’re so perfect, and you’re here. You’re here right now, and you never — never run from me.”

You brush his hair back, tucking the curly strands behind his ears. “I would never run from you.”

“Good. That’s what I like to hear.” He laughs against your skin, gaze fixating on your tongue before he’s gently nipping at your bottom lip. “Cause I’d say I’m a pretty good runner. I’d catch you, alright. Scout’s honor.”

“Okay.” You breathe out. “Catch me, then.” 

Your hand jolts out from behind you to grasp onto the side of the boat as Eddie lurches forward and cradles your face in his palms. His mouth is warm, gentle but all at once needy and rushed. His lips are an invitation to seeing what he really feels — terrified, nervous, uncertain. He has nothing to worry about, not when you’re here, not when everyone is trying to keep him safe.

He’s safe. He’s safe. He’s safe.

He may be the crashing tide, but he’s what keeps you moving. 

Wherever his touch wanders, you swear his fingerprints sear themselves into you. Your hip. Your thigh. Your belly and the dip in your collarbone. His lips burn even more, hot against the junction of your neck, leaving rose-colored hickies and bitemarks pricking at your skin like thorns of a stem. 

You could lose yourself in him. 

Just as long as you don’t lose him.

“Eds… I…” You hesitantly break away, arms still wounded over his shoulders as he keeps you planted on his lap. “I think I’m gonna need you.”

“You think or you know?”

“Know.” Your eyes are pleading. “I just really need you from here on out.” His heart nearly splits at the sight. “Don’t wanna lose you, to whatever this is, to whatever’s going on.”

He hooks his thumb underneath your chin. Assurance falling from his tongue as if he knew of the unknown. “We’re gonna be okay, yeah? You’re not losing me. Can’t get rid of me that easily when I plan on holdin’ out till graduation, right?” 

“Oh, just graduation?” You giggle, shying from the way he pecks the corners of your lips. “And after?”

“After… hm… well, I don’t know what’s after.” Eddie grins widely, brows shooting up while his head blissfully lolls to the side and he trails his gaze over your features. “But that’s why I have you. We can always figure out what’s after. Together. I don’t mind not having an after just yet as long as it’s us in the end.”

You nod. “Okay.”

He nods back. “Okay.”

Then he’s pulling you back in for another kiss. No longer a crashing tide, but a tranquil wave crawling to shore. Soothing. Gentle. Enough for you to swim into him and come back out. You moan into him, nearly yelping as your bodies come pummeling to the floor of the little boat. 

There’s leaves in his hair, you’re straddling him, music echoing from your headphones even as you toss them aside and let Eddie wrap his inked arms around your waist. It’s clumsy, far from adorable or perfect, but it’s romantic. It feels like Valentine’s Day. It feels like apple blossoms and utterances of flower languages. Orchards in the summer. Hotwired cars and mismatched outfits. Metallica and Springsteen.

“Y/N?” 

I know you. I know you. I know you.

“Yeah?”

They don’t know me like you know me.

“I… I love you over everything else.”

You’ll take it. You’ll take it and run with it. Ignore that damned feeling of doom in the back of your head. Ignore the sensation of your throat tightening whenever he speaks to you, the weight of his words and that hopeful glint in his brown eyes.

Above all. Above everything. Love is enough.

“I love you over everything else, Eddie Munson.”

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Forget Me Nots

Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: You’ve loved him for so long, enduring endless days of pining and whirlwinds of pain in your heart. It’s tearing you apart how he doesn’t recognize that you’ve been there for him this whole time. Maybe you should stick to loving from afar.

Warnings: so much angst, fluff, cursing, sadness???

There are an abundance of flowers that symbolize something - red roses often represented romance and passion, while lilies were of devotion and innocence, and sunflowers symbolized adoration and loyalty.

Behind every flower is a story. Forget Me Nots were your favorite.

There’s an abyss that spirals within your heart as you think of him. His smile. His laugh. For years, you used to feel giddy about him, the perfect guy who happened to be your best friend. But now, you simply feel a resigned longing for Steve Harrington. Yet, one thing never changed from all those passing years - loving him from afar.

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Eddie Munson x reader

We know Eddie’s a metal head right? but what if his gf is more of a pop kinda gal and one night they’re hanging out listening to some music and I wanna dance with somebody by Whitney starts playing, and they just dance to it???

don't ya wanna dance with me baby?

wc: 2.7k

pairing: eddie munson x female reader

warnings: fluff, cute boyfriend girlfriend activities, honestly this is the cutest thing ever, slight mild language & heavy smooching

a/n: i added an extra song at the end for your enjoyment :)

the pink gum you’ve blown into a giant bubble pops, splattering all over your face. all because the driver of the van you’re in completely fails to dodge a giant pothole in the road. the sticky wax like texture gets stuck to the outside of your mouth, all the way up to your nose. all you can do is hope that it doesn’t get stuck on your clothes.

a soft frustrated sigh tumbles from your lips as you attempt to peel it off of your skin. a disgusted expression settles on your face when it becomes stuck to your nails. well, at least the color matches your polish. 

a cackle sounds from your boyfriend who’s the one driving, blaring rock music that makes your chest constrict with anxiety. you don’t know how he listens to this stuff- some of the songs he likes, you manage to deal with, but this one is just not your cup of tea. (it’s paranoid by black sabbath)

“you silly goose.” he reaches over the center console, his hand squishing your face as he attempts to pull it off of your skin. he directs his attention to you, tongue sticking out in concentration. 

“ugh, eddie! pay attention to the road!” you scold, making him swerve back into the correct lane. eddie’s whole entire hand is practically engulfing the lower half of your face, letting you use his palm as a napkin. it doesn’t really help. 

“that’s like so fucking sticky.” he whips his hand in attempt to get rid of the substance that has transferred to him, but alas no luck. 

his hand continues to open and close, the pink gum stretching between his fingers and getting stuck to his rings. he remains calm as he drives with one hand tapping the steering wheel to the beat, and mumbling to the song that’s playing. 

he pulls onto your road with a screech, pulling his van right outside your house. partly in the grass and partly in the cul-de-sac.  

“let’s go. i need to wash my damn hand and your pretty lil face.” he laughs as he uses his clean hand to pull out his keys and open the door. 

he hops out, but even with his sticky hand he scurries to your side to open the door for you. “after you, m’lady.” 

you slide out of his van, pecking his check which makes him grimace from your gummy lips. you lead the both of you up to the garage, punching in a code so the door rises. you duck your body underneath once there’s enough room- thank god it’s empty, and your parents aren’t home. 

they love eddie, absolutely adore him! but you just don’t feel like dealing with their numerous questions and long conversations. you barge inside through the side door with eddie in tow as you walk into the kitchen. 

“oooh, is my girl going to get me all cleaned up?” a smirk rises on his plush lips. 

you giggle, “why of course,” you turn the tap water on, washing your own hands and wetting down the corner of a hand towel to wipe your face off. eddie leans against the lower cupboards, his hip against the counter as he blatantly stares at you. 

eddie extends his contaminated hand towards you. he waits patiently as he watches your movements with adoration. 

you turn towards him with the damp towel, your hand gripping his wrist as you scrub his hand clean. he can’t help but swoop down and press a gentle kiss against your forehead. “love you, sweetheart.”

“love you.” you hum with a flush settling on the apples of your cheeks. before you could get lost in his brown eyes, you tug him towards the stairs, “come on, let’s go up to my room.” 

his eyebrows raise in surprise, “she is bringing me to her room everyone!” he exclaims to your empty house, “i’m not religious, but halle-fuckin-lujah!” he continues to yell as you drag the eccentric boy upstairs with you laughing. 

eddie taps on your butt with his hands like he’s playing the drums as you climb the steps in front of him. you can’t help but shake your head and swat at him.

once you make it to the second floor, you barge through your bedroom door. your walls were a light pastel pink with countless posters, your bed frame was wrought iron with a floral quilt adorning the top. you had a stereo sitting on your dresser in front of your bed, a desk/vanity near your window with a mirror. in the corner near your bed you had a record player sitting on a stand with vinyls stacked underneath in the cubby beneath- kudos to eddie for helping you grow your collection. 

eddie follows close behind, not caring to look around at your room because he’s been in here countless times. he sits down on your bed, laying back abruptly. his hair flies up, framing his head and hitting you in the face. 

“hey!” you blow raspberries with your tongue dramatically, as if he got his hair in your mouth. you can’t help but look down at his waistband, seeing his shirt riding up slightly. you admire the tuft of hair there that leads under his waistband. a sudden urge to lean forward and press kisses into the skin there rises in your brain, but you don’t allow your impulsive thoughts to win. 

“excuse you, my eyes are up here, honey!” he snickers with a giant grin and sparkling eyes. you quickly avert your eyes, blushing once again. he always leaves you a mess. 

“i was just spacing out.” you try to recover, but he rolls his eyes, “bullshit.”

in return, you playfully swat his chest. he catches your wrist, pulling you forward so you were resting half on top of him and half on your bed. 

“spacing out, huh? you were staring pretty hard at my dick.” you just shake your head and smoosh your face into his chest from embarrassment. strong cologne, slight twang of cigarettes and a hint of weed overtakes your senses. 

his grips your high ponytail gently to twirl your hair between his fingers, “you know… whenever you’re ready, i’ll do whatever you ask me to. i’d literally get on my knees for you. not how it usually is the other way around.”

eddie’s words makes a knot grow in your belly, “god, eddie… bad influence.” your voice is muffled from your face being shoved in his shirt. he laughs from your shyness around the subject, “me? bad influence? never.” you lift your head up, resting your chin on his chest before lifting yourself up to catch his lips. his ring adorned hand cups the back of your head, deepening the kiss with a swipe of his tongue against yours. 

he always tastes like mint with a hint of the herb-like drug he’s fond of. it’s the perfect mix. “oh, you’re gonna be the death of me, you little minx.” he grumbles into your lips, smiling against you. 

“could say the same about you.” you whisper slyly before pulling away from him completely and hopping off the bed. he groans in frustration, his head falling back onto your bed as he watches your every move. 

you grab a personalized cassette from the cubby hole near your vinyls and pop it into your stereo on your dresser. the synth from ‘i wanna dance with somebody’ starts to play loudly through the speakers. 

“wooo!” you shout in sync with whitney houston, pumping your fist in the air. you begin to dance to the beat, biting your lip as you move your body. 

ed sits up on his elbows, a smile slowly growing on his face as he watches you dance. 

“clock strikes upon the hour, and the sun begins to fade,” you snap your fingers at the same time with the beat, “still enough time to figure out how to chase my blues away.” you sing, scrunching your nose up. 

you reach your hands out for him to join you, but he shakes his head no almost instantly. you give up for the moment, continuing to dance to the music. 

“and when the night falls! the loneliness calls!” you spin around in a circle, stomping your feet happily as the chorus begins. 

“oh, i wanna dance with somebody! i wanna feel the heat with somebody! yeah, i wanna dance with somebody- with somebody who looooves me!!” you point directly at him, swinging your hips as you march up to him. 

eddie’s legs are hanging off the bed, so your hands are at the perfect height to rest on his knees. you squat to the floor seductively, disappearing from his sight. before slithering yourself up his body and to his face, “i’ve been in love and lost my senses. spinning through the town.” you serenade him with a soft voice, pressing a kiss against the corner of his mouth. 

he can’t help but feel himself grow hot from the lyrics being sung to him by you so closely. even if you’re off key, it’s the most beautiful sound ever. he gets so close to pulling you onto this bed and pinning you underneath him. instead you swiftly pull away to stand up tall, gripping your chest during the next verse. 

“i need a man who’ll take a chance on a love that burns hot enough to last.” your hand extends to him again, “so when the night falls, my lonely heart calls…” you pant heavily with a beautiful smile that’s urging him to stand up with you and dance to this ridiculous song. 

with a loud dramatic sigh, he slams his hand down into yours reluctantly. he notices how your face lights up from his decision. you pull the boy to his feet, bringing him to the center of your room. you move your arms together as you dance. well, you’re the only one who’s dancing. he’s just letting you move his arms. “come on! dance!” you laugh breathlessly.

eddie starts to tap his sneakers side to side to the beat, a smile on his face as he watches his feet. your hands let go of his to cup his face to get him to look at you, “i wanna dance with somebody- with somebody who loves me.” you gently poke his chest as you sing the lyrics.

he can’t help but laugh like a little school girl, his hands grip your waist tightly to pull you against his chest. 

a surge of confidence rushes through his body. he moves your bodies in sync with one hand on your lower back and the other on the dip of your waist. “oh okay, munson.” you giggle in shock, craning your neck up to peck his jaw. 

he can’t help but throw his head back and laugh. if anyone of his friends caught him dancing to this song, he’d actually die. he loves you so much, he can’t handle it. he would do anything for you- even dancing to this ridiculously catchy pop song.

“oh i wanna dance with somebody!” you sing out loud and proud as eddie moves his body against yours. almost expertly to the beat. 

“don’t cha wanna dance… with me, baby? don’t wanna dance with me, boy? hey! don’t ya wanna dance with somebody you loooooves me!” you belt out, throwing your head back as the outro to the song starts. eddie leans with you as you lean back. he allows your head to drop lower to the floor from him securely holding you. 

“don’t cha wanna dance? say you wanna dance- don’t ya wanna dance? don’t cha wanna dance? say you wanna dance- don’t ya wanna dance?”

you squeal from the feeling like you’re going to slip out of his arms, but you know he’s got you. he can’t help but press a kiss against the center of your extended neck before swooping you up. 

you truly can’t believe he agreed to dance with you like this. the feeling of his body pressed against yours as he sways makes you feel like you’re on cloud nine. you can’t help but wrap your arms around his waist, resting your head against his chest. 

as the music fades to silence, you can hear eddie’s heart thumping in your ear. one of his hands rests on your lower back as the other wraps his arm around his neck. he presses continuous soft kisses against your forehead which makes butterflies erupt in your stomach. 

“i seriously love you so much, sweetheart.” he sighs against your soft skin, “i don’t know what the hell i’d do without you.” 

the cassette clicks and twirls as the next song begins to play. ‘i just died in your arms’ by broadcast. 

you look at eddie who just realized what song is playing. a mischievous grin spreads across his face. 

“oh! i just died in your arms tonight!” he brings his fist into the air and slowly pulls it closer to his chest. his slender hips roll back the forth to the drums beat as he sings the lyrics word for word. 

you can’t help but stare up at him in shock, completely speechless from his little solo dancing outburst.

“who would’ve thought that a boy like me could come to this?” he bites his bottom lip and winks at you. 

“i just died in your arms tonight! it must have been something you said.” his gravelly voice sings out to you, his hands run down your sides to your butt to squeeze it. the sudden feeling of his hands on your backside makes you laugh, your hands now resting on his chest. 

“it must’ve been some kind of kiss.” he swoops down to peck the corner of your grinning mouth. 

he grabs your hand, smoothly twirling your body towards the bed. he taps his hands on his jean cladded thighs as he dances toward you.

you can’t help but sit down on the plush mattress, staring up at him as he gets closer. his index finger hooks under your chin to angle your face up. he leans down, nose pressing against yours and breath mixing together. 

eddie’s lips brush against yours as he charmingly whispers the next lyrics against you, “it was a long hot night… she made it easy, she made it feel right.” 

the sound of his lowered voice makes something turn on inside of your body. before you could act on it, he completely pulls away to the middle of the room. “but now it’s over, the moment has gone. i followed my hands, not my head!” he taps his temple, “i knew i was wrong!” 

eddie’s fingers suddenly conjure an invisible guitar in front of him as he riffs the instrumental solo in the air. his digits move expertly as if he knows every see-through chord, his teeth bringing his bottom lip between them. 

he throws his head back and forth like a true rocker, his crazy hair flying everywhere. your eyes widen at the sight, breath stopping. 

you’ve seen him play his guitar before, but this somehow is even more attractive. once it ends he continues the lyrics, tapping the beat on his pants as he walks up to you. 

“i just died in your arms tonight. it must’ve been some kinda kiss. i should’ve walked away….!” he theatrically psychs himself out by jumping away from you.

he can’t help but stare at your bewildered face for a moment. but he sees your seemingly permanent smile so he knows you’re enjoying this. “i should’ve walked away…” he trails off, chest heaving as he finally caves in and saunters up to you. 

eddie pushes your body back and directly lays on top of your body, letting all his weight squish you into the mattress. you squeal as all you can see is his hair that’s covering your face, “ed!” you belly laugh from the pressure on your chest. your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, locking him in place as he leans up on his elbows. his face directly in front of yours and his hair almost makes a little curtain around your faces. 

he continues to pant from the dancing he just did for you, “i hope that wooed you enough- because if i were you,” he takes a deep breath and laughs, “i’d be jumping my bones right now.” 

you wiggle one of your arms out from underneath him to cup his cheek sweetly, “you’re literally the goofiest person ever.” you shake your head. he leans into your palm, nuzzling against you with his eyes shut. 

“i love you, eddie munson.” you mutter out, which makes his eyes flutter open. oh, his big brown eyes are so beautiful. 

“and i love you, baby.” he mumbles before crashing his lips against yours. 

[goldcoastsunset-deactivated2024]

heat of the moment

PAIRING eddie munson/reader

SUMMARY sharing a bed with your best friend (who you're in love with) can often lead to things being revealed.

WARNINGS thunder storms, power outages... you're very madly in love with eddie

REQUESTED yes/no

WORD COUNT 3.7k words

i think i ramble about how beautiful eddie is at some point. oops. tagging @druigswh0ree ! :)

It seemed that every song that you heard playing on the radio had something to do with love. How in love someone was, how every little thing their girl did was magic. It was beautiful and honest, truthful and straight from the heart of the people singing it. Every bit of it was something that you could relate to when you looked at Eddie Munson, but there was so much more that the lyrics of these songs just could never touch on.

Sometimes, you wished that you could write your own song - dedicate it to him without ever saying a word. But you couldn’t, because when you saw Eddie, the only thing that came to your mind was how poetically beautiful he was. His big brown eyes, like pools of milk chocolate and cinnamon to keep you warm on a cold winter's day. His dimples, his beautiful and adorable dimples that you wished you could run your thumbs over. His shiny rings that would always show small bits of his personality to anyone who was willing to look close enough to seeing it. 

Many people were unwilling to look closely at Eddie, to understand who he was as a person and truly acknowledge just how immaculate his presence could be. But you had never been one of those people. Yourself and Eddie had been best friends since you were both in the third grade, even when he was repeatedly held back into school and you started working to save up for your dream school, it was almost as if you couldn’t bring yourself to leave his side. 

Every time you were asked about it, you claimed that saving money for college was more responsible so you weren’t forced into crippling student debt. But the truth of it, the truth that anyone who really knew you would be able to tell, was that you were only staying for Eddie. Your grades were good in high school, chances were you would have gotten enough scholarships to go to whatever school you wanted without as much debt as you seemed to be afraid of. But you continually refused this, remaining firm on your stance that your student debt was what was holding you back from continuing your education. 

Staying back was how you ended up on the Wheeler’s couch, Ted grumbling about how Nancy and Mike’s visitors were ruining his evening somewhere off in the background really setting the tone as Mike slid the VHS tape of The Breakfast Club into the player. Your head was resting against Eddie’s shoulder as he held you to him with the arm attached, holding back a laugh as the VHS player continually gave poor Mike trouble. You would’ve helped him if you weren’t so comfortable in the warmth of Eddie’s arms, plus, it was funny to watch his reactions. 

“Aren’t you like… a VHS expert? Maybe you should help him.” Eddie said under his breath, watching you turn to look up at him. Despite his words, he made no effort to release you from his arm. 

“I’m not the only person in this room that works at a video store, Steve and Robin can do it.” You replied with a shrug, a smile spreading across his face for a moment before you were both drawn from the conversation at the sound of applause. After a long battle with the VHS player, Mike had finally gotten the tape into it and was sitting down awaiting the moment when he could play the film for everyone. 

Eddie settled down into the couch, you adjusting as well as you leaned against him. You didn’t miss the glance from Robin from across the room, the way her eyebrows raised at how closely you sat with Eddie. There wasn’t a time when you two weren’t comfortable together like this, but that didn’t mean that other people fully understood the nature of your relationship. Truthfully, you didn’t fully understand it either - but that didn’t stop the both of you from continuing to be just as close as you always were. 

Nor did it ever change the fact that you were definitely in love with him, and it went unaddressed because you had been best friends since you were children. The fact of it was that you couldn’t imagine your life without Eddie, so if it had to be settling for friendship that would keep him in your life - you were more than happy to settle for a million lifetimes. There was nothing about Eddie you didn’t love, nothing that you would ever want to alter or stop. You loved who he was, who he had become and how different he was from when he was a kid. He knew this, he just didn’t know the full extent of it. 

Eddie seemed to catch on to you looking over at Robin as he turned as well, all three of you in some sort of stare off before she finally broke the silence. “Is nobody going to address this?” She asked, everyone else turning to look at her with what could only be described as confusion.

“Address what?” Max asked, watching her with her eyebrows furrowed. 

“That nobody told me those two were… dating.” She said, clearly confused about why everyone was looking at her as if she had two heads. 

“Oh, yeah. This is your first movie night with us.” Lucas interjected, leaning forward to point at yourself and Eddie. “They’re ‘not dating.’” The air quotes made you roll your eyes, though you could only feel the shaking of Eddie laughing against your back as you turned to look up at him. 

There was no denying the flutter in your stomach as you caught a glance of his smile again, of those beautiful dimples that you loved more than you loved to see a rainbow flowing gently in the air over a crystal clear waterfall. Every beautiful thought you wanted to put in a sentence could only be attributed to Eddie, which made it all-the-more difficult to not just tell Robin that you definitely were dating - because you weren’t, no matter how much you wished that you could say the opposite. 

“They aren’t?” She asked, watching you both with a questioning glance. “Okay, okay. I guess they’re not.” 

“We just sit like this.” Eddie added on, looking almost scandalized as he heard a scoff come from the other side of him. Dustin, who had been dealing with you both getting comfortable on the couch beside him for the last ten minutes - at least. 

“You don’t ‘just’ sit like that. Everyone here thinks you’re secretly dating.” 

“That’s not true, El says that friends don’t like so-”

“No, I…” she trailed off, looking almost slightly embarrassed as Mike wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “I think you’re both dating too.” 

Everyone was silent for a moment, before Mike burst out laughing. You could only sigh and bury your head in Eddie’s shoulder even as he started to laugh as well at how shy and bashful she had been about it. It wasn’t until Erica complained about everyone talking over the movie that silence came over the room again. 

Thirty minutes went by before you started feeling a pain in your back, and despite how many times you tried to move your sitting position, it seemed like nothing was helping. You noticed El look over at you, clearly being able to sense that there was something wrong with you. But you didn’t really know what to do about it, if the pain wasn’t going to go away you were just going to have to ride it out until you could lay down. 

An almost defeated sigh escaped your mouth as you went to sit back how you were, before feeling Eddie push you down onto his lap. Your eyebrow raised but a smile graced his lips, “You can be comfortable, it’s okay.” 

It was like everything he said was the right thing, especially as you felt his hands come over your shoulders, massaging the tense muscles that he was able to reach without disturbing how you were lying down. His hands were gentle, almost imperceptible to the other people in the room. Everyone except for El, who had been making sure that you were feeling okay after feeling your pain from across the room.

Her almost satisfied smile was impossible to miss when you knew to look out for it. Being one of the de facto-parent figures for this little group meant that you knew these kids well enough to know their mannerisms and habits, and you knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was satisfied with herself as she watched how you interacted with Eddie. It wasn’t bad that these kids, and other people your age even, wanted you to be with Eddie. What was bad was that you were so terribly in love with him, and so afraid to say anything about it, that you worried it would clue him on to how you were actually feeling. 

The movement of Eddie’s hands ceased as you moved your own hand to grab his, letting him know that you were okay now. As you went to let go, you felt his long fingers fold over your hand and to keep you from withdrawing. You felt a soft flutter in your stomach, hardly noticeable to you, but noticeable enough that you wished you could punch yourself from feeling this way about your best friend. 

Your own fingers wrapped around his hand as you got comfortable against him, the back of your head pressed firmly against his stomach as you watched the movie with everyone else. It felt normal, natural, but what didn’t feel normal and natural when you were with Eddie? You’d always been somewhat affectionate with him, it was natural, you’d known each other for so many years that it didn’t feel weird to cuddle or hold hands. It wasn’t until you started to realize you may have more than friendly feelings regarding him that things begin to change, when you started to wonder if there was ever a chance he would hold your hand and want something more than what you had. 

Perhaps you would’ve been able to enjoy the film a bit more had you not spent the entire time distracted, but you hadn’t even noticed when it ended. Not until Eddie started to shift how he was sitting and urging you to get up. 

“Does anyone need a ri-” Steve’s weekly offer for a ride home was cut short by a loud crack of thunder, the power flickering for a moment afterwards. You shared a glanced with Eddie as he kept his arm around you, and you could see the same wheels in his head turning. Would it be a safe trip for him to drive you back to his trailer? You had planned on spending the night with him, or at least a few hours, so you could help him cram for a test that he had due on Monday. But he wasn’t going to get run off the road for a math test, especially not with you in the car. 

“Ted just got off the phone, it looks like you kids might need to spend the night here…” 

“It’s just not safe out there.” There was clear irritation in Ted’s voice, clearly not wanting a group of kids to be spending any extra time eating his food and breathing his curated Wheeler Air. But there wasn’t an option with the storm raging outside, with power lines clearly being affected considering the power flickering in and out. 

“We don’t have enough beds for everyone.” Mike said, finally standing up from where he was sitting to approach his parents. “I can probably get like… maybe four people onto mine.”

The rooming arrangements were started with one glance between the two parents. Mike would sleep with El, Dustin and Will. Steve would share Nancy’s room with Robin, Max, Erica and Lucas. Leaving only yourself and Eddie, assigned the guest room to yourselves. 

“That’s not fair, why do they get their own room?” Mike responded, before feeling a nudge from El who had moved to stand up next to him. “I just think it would be easier to fit more people into that room.”

“It’s fair because they’re both the oldest people here.” Karen answered, her tone of voice indicating that it wasn’t up for debate. You were grateful that you had a room with just you and Eddie, your back had been hurting pretty badly earlier so it probably wouldn’t have helped to be cramped in a room with five other people. It also made sense, that Karen would understand who two adults wouldn’t want to share a room with a bunch of teenagers. Plus, Eddie was the newest addition to the friend group and the Wheelers really didn’t know much about him. 

You felt Eddie move to stand up beside you, as you followed him up his arm slithered securely around your waist. Mere moment after Karen begun to guide you both to the guest room another loud boom of thunder roared above the house and left you leaning into Eddie, trying your best to hide that it had almost made you jump. Once you were both in the room you watched Eddie just about run for the new bed, jumping on it and looking at you with one of his wide smiles. 

“I’ve never seen anyone more excited about a bed before.” You joked, sitting beside him on the bed as he sat up to shrug his jackets off. He hung them both from the frame of the bed, his arms and tattoos now visible as you took your own jacket off and watched him.

“It’s softer than mine.” He said, shrugging as he laid back down. You joined him, your head falling against the pillow. Eddie was quick to switch the light off, treating this just like every other sleep over he had with you. 

“Goodnight, Eddie.” You said as you got under the blankets, offering them to Eddie who slid under them the moment you held them up for him. 

He responded with the same words, your name falling from his lips. It always sounded better to you when he said your name, better than when anyone else did. Maybe it was because you wanted him to say it, maybe it was just because you were used to hearing it from him after so many years. Regardless of the reason, you were left with your eyes closed, unable to sleep as you dwelled on how Eddie could always make your own name sound like a symphony to you. 

About ten minutes passed of Eddie shuffling in bed, looking for any way to get comfortable to no avail. You were no better, completely unable to sleep as another loud crack of thunder rolled over, a strike of lightning bright enough to light the room for a split second cracking down and knocking the power out. You weren’t the biggest fan of storms, though being next to Eddie did make you feel a little safer. 

You felt an arm around your shoulders before letting Eddie pull you closer to him, your head resting in between his chin and his collarbones as you slotted yourself comfortably against him. His body was so warm and welcoming, making you forget why you were scared in the first place as you snuggled up against him. His presence was so relaxing that you started to feel your heartbeat slow a bit from the quick pace it had been at before. 

Eddie’s fingers toyed with your hair, almost as though he was trying to soothe you without saying any words that could be embarrassing. But this didn’t seem to only be for your sake, not as you felt his seemingly endless shuffling around come to an end. You’d shared a bed with Eddie before, but you’d only held each other a few times. Typically when you were stressed or sad, trying to ignore the worries of the world as you did your best to comfort each other. Something about this time felt different, more intimate. 

Your hand slowly trailed to his free one, playing with his fingers to keep yourself from fidgeting as you finally closed your eyes again. The closer you got to sleep, the less and less your hand moved against his, before you eventually just settled into tangling your fingers with his, as you finally drifted off to sleep guided by the warmth of Eddie’s chest. Had you been a little less tired, you would’ve said something as you felt him press a kiss to the crown of your head. Unfortunately, though, you were too tired to figure out if that had actually happened.

By the time you felt the sun shining onto your eyelids you could already hear the movement of people in the other rooms. You couldn’t help but wonder if they had been able to get any sleep, while you had eventually been able to sleep like a baby in Eddie’s arms. 

As you fully woke up, you took notice of the fact that you were practically half on top of him, your leg lodged slightly in between his while his thumb absentmindedly rubbed the back of your hand. You glanced up at him, noticing that he was already awake and giving him a smile. 

“Good morning, sweetheart.” He said, the affectionate name sending a shiver through your spine. He called his guitar sweetheart, he called you the same thing sometimes. But his tone was different, his expression was different. The entire air and energy in the room was completely different from any other time you had spent with him. 

“Good morning, Eddie.” You said, your heart nearly fluttering at his smile. You could just watch him smile forever and never get tired of it, the dimples and just how truly happy he looked… It meant so much to you. “We’ve gotta get up.” 

Despite not really wanting to get up, you started to detangle your body from his. Had you been able to make it back to his trailer, perhaps you would’ve continued to stay in bed for the rest of the day and just talk about whatever you could think of. Maybe he would have read Lord of The Rings to you again while you traced his tattoos. Maybe you would’ve gotten up and gone roller skating like you’d both been talking about for a while. But for now, you needed to get up before the Wheeler’s forcibly kicked their unplanned company out of their house. 

“Just stay for a couple minutes.” He said, tugging you back down against him. Your faces were about an inch apart in this position, and the only thing you could move was your mouth to respond to him. 

“We can’t, Ed, we’re not at home.” 

Please? Just a few minutes, then we can go.” 

“But-”

“Then we can go home, okay? I haven’t heard anyone leave their room yet.” 

Home. This wasn’t the first time you referred to whichever one of your family's places you were going to as home. You had done it before, so had he. But it almost felt intimate, like you were going to a home that you shared. You’d both talked about moving in together before, but the fact that it slipped out of your mouths so naturally made you question the nature of your friendship once again. 

Time seemed to slow as you stopped struggling to get up while he held you in his grasp, allowing yourself to relax while you looked into Eddie’s eyes. Your faces were so close, so close that you were sure you could feel his breath on your lips, so close that it took him no time at all to lean up and capture your lips into his. You didn’t think twice before kissing him back, the soft plushness of his mouth against yours reminding you exactly who you were with. 

It was a gentle kiss, one that ended after a few moments before you kissed him again, and again, and again. It was a quiet moment, the sound of the outside completely drowned out as you finally closed the gap in your relationship. The barely held open gap, that neither of you really wanted to be there. 

But the funny part about it was that neither of you really needed to say what you were feeling. It should’ve been so clear and obvious that you were both in love with each other. It was clear to everyone else, and that inherent truth became obvious to you both as you finally kissed each other for the first time. You were one hundred percent certain that Eddie was just as in love with you as you were with him, and one hundred percent certain that you were never going to have to question whether or not you could hold his hand in public or wear his clothes again. 

It was cut short as the door opened, both of you breaking apart and Dustin held the most smug grin on his face. “I knew it! I knew it! You’ve been together this whole time-”

“Were they making out in there?” 

“They were! Oh, shit, Eddie looks like he’s gonna kill me.” Dustin was quick to bolt from the room, Eddie gently detaching himself from you before running after him, shouting something about ‘That’s because I am gonna kill you, Henderson’. You could only laugh as you listened to the chaos ensue downstairs, Karen trying to corral the kids while you were sure Ted was wishing he was anywhere but in his own house. 

You watched Nancy walk through the door, sitting beside you on the bed as you looked over at her? “Jonathan was wondering if you guys wanted to go on a double date.” 

Whether she was being teasing or not, you couldn’t tell. Her timing, however, was impeccable. “We’d love to.” You answered, a genuine smile on your face as you reached over to grab the jackets from the frame of the bed. “First, though, I gotta go make sure your dad doesn’t call the cops on my boyfriend.” 

As you walked out of the room, the only thing on your mind was how good it felt to be able to call Eddie your boyfriend for the first time.

[moonlit-sunflower-books]

friends to lovers never had a bad track. “scared i’ll ruin what we have” SLAPS. “friendship cuddles while secretly dying inside” BANGER. “teasing each other and holding eye contact for a little too long” KILLS ME. and don’t even get me STARTED on “screaming i love you in the middle of a heated argument.”

[moonlightsolo]

eddie the bloody-handed

summary: your boyfriend, eddie, sacrifices himself in the upside down to keep you and dustin safe- but when you finally go back for him, something else has taken his place.

pairing: vampire!eddie x female reader

warnings: graphic depictions of blood, death, angst, mourning of a character, major spoilers for vol. 2, kinda villain!eddie at the end but with good morals

note: said i was gonna take a long break, but i couldn't help myself when this idea came up. also thinkin about a part 2???

all you feel is pain. pain as your heart wrings in your chest, as if it will burst at any moment. pain from your lungs not allowing you to take a full breath. pain as your bones ache with grief while you scream out for your dying boyfriend, watching him choke out his last breath.

eddie's body sits limp and heavy in your arms, erratic pleas tumbling from your lips. your hands cup his bloodied face as sobs roll out one after another, searching his still face for any sign of life.

“no, eddie! please! wake up!” your voice echoes in the alternate dimension, coughing hoarsely from the phlegm building in your throat. 

“we have to go. right now. nancy's plan didn't work." steve’s worried eyes come into view in front of you, wide and full of fear. 

"why didn't you just run?" you cry out to eddie, fists desperately grasping at his leather jacket.

harrington stands up after you ignore him, taking a step behind you. his arms swoop under your arms to pull you up to your feet unwillingly, “what?! no!” your voice shrieks in protest. your legs kicking as you fight against his efforts, “steve, please!” you suck in a wheezy breath, your chest shaking and bottom lip quivering. with a grunt, you press a kiss against eddie’s still warm forehead. 

before you’re overtaken by steve’s strength, you yank an arm away from his hold to run your fingers through eddie’s unruly hair you’ve grown to love, “i love you, my sweet eds.” your watery eyes blink out numerous tears above him. the liquid slides off your face and onto eddie’s cheeks, carving tracks through the blood and dirt dormant on his skin. your body goes slack, succumbing to the battle. 

“i’m so sorry.” his voice cracks, the thunder rumbles above you two as your feet drag against the pavement. steve sniffles as he helps you up the stairs of the munson’s trailer, towards the gate in the living room. steve's emotions are getting the best of him. he would never want to do this to one of his best friends, if it wasn't a life or death situation.

the rest of the group has already climbed through with a new rope they found. the discarded one sits beneath the gate, causing the memory of eddie slicing it to save you and dustin to flash in your mind. 

another hiccup tumbles from your lips. a wet sniffle honks from your nose in attempt to suck up the mucus leaking from your nostrils. 

steve aids in helping you climb, his hands sitting respectfully on your waist. “steve… i can’t leave him.” you whimper quietly under your breath, pausing your climbing to glance down.

“i know, honey. i know, just- get through this part and we’ll come back for him. it’s not safe for us to be down here right now.” his thumb rubs your sides in attempt to comfort you, urging you to keep moving. 

your head nods, taking a deep shuttering breath before continuing your climb. small puffs of strained breath fall past your lips until you’re flipped right side up, back hitting the mattress that’s laid out on the ground.

robin’s hand reaches out for you, helping you up to your feet to allow steve to fall through. the floor rumbles beneath your feet, making you second guess if you’re still in the upside down. 

the things around eddie’s trailer begin to tremble, glass clatters and the objects on the wall swing. your eyes dart around at the people around you, their face mimicking your panic-stricken one. 

“steve! hurry up!” nancy shouts at him through the portal, making him quicken in pace, “i’ll be right back!” you announce as you turn on your heel.

“no! y/n! shit- what is she doing? there’s an actual natural disaster happening right now!” robin rants, loud voice slightly cracking as she follows. your legs quickly carry you back to eddie’s room, but not without tumbling into the walls from the force of the ground shaking beneath you. 

the modular home whines and cracks around you as your body frantically pushes through his door. 

the smell of his familiar cologne, weed and tobacco instantly smacks you in the face. tears instantaneously fall down your face, you stumble up to his electric guitar sitting pretty on the wall. 

“come on! we need to go!” dustin screams at you and robin from the other room. the urgency makes you reach out for the instrument, slipping the strap over your head. 

the dresser falls forward, drawers clattering as they fall out onto the floor of his room. you lunge forward to catch it before it could hit the ground, robin runs up to your side to help you keep it steady. 

“i think we really, really need to go. like right now, right now!” her voice is strained with panic. 

“i can’t leave without some of his stuff.” you huff out, dropping to your knees to vigorously search through his pile of clothes on the floor. 

you find two of your favorite band tees before standing up swiftly, snatching his cologne that has fallen to the ground on the way up. robin stands back to let the wardrobe fall, stumbling backwards to clutch your upper arm. 

she starts to lead you down the hallway, but a fallen polaroid catches your eye. you reach down as you run out of the room, snatching the flimsy photo. your eyes glance over it, a teary smile coming to your face when you realized what it is. 

eddie is laying down in his bed with you, arm around your shoulders as you hide your face in his chest. he’s playfully sticking his tongue out at the camera, his hand on your shoulder in a rocker gesture. your poor boy, oh how you wish he would have just ran. 

“holy shit! holy shit!” robin screams, her hectic pace quickens even faster. her scared voice makes you follow her eyes to peer at the ceiling, seeing that the gate has spread down the hallway. 

“come. on! come on!” harrington waves you down from the front doorway, screaming at you both to hurry up. robin practically flies past steve, hopping past the steps instead of using them. 

your arm is tugged along with her, so you have no choice but to follow her movements. you slide into the middle seat of nancy’s car. eyes watching as the gate burns a hole right through the top of the beloved trailer. 

once steve hops into the passenger seat, wheeler screeches out of the grass, punching the gas as she speeds out of the trailer park. 

all three of you in the back turn around to watch the gate crack the home in half, spreading to the ground outside. your heart aches as all the memories you shared with eddie are destroyed- just like that. you sorrowfully turn back around, sinking in your seat as tears silently run down your warm cheeks. 

“everything… is just gone…” you whisper out, fingernails digging into your knees caps through your jeans. dustin tackles your side with a hug, holding onto you desperately as he cries against your shoulder.

he didn’t even have to talk for you to wrap your arms around the boy, the silence in the car is deafening as you comfort each other. 

the ride home is dreadful. the rest of the party was informed that max was taken to the hospital, and the town is completely destroyed from all the gates merging. 

the next few days are even worse. half of hawkins population has been relocated to the high school. where you were involuntarily volunteered to help out, since it’ll be ‘good for you’ to get out.

you’re busy slumming out peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for the people of hawkins, working in a machine-like routine. robin is occupied with vicki, and steve is somewhere folding clean donated clothes. 

how is this supposed to help? it’s making you feel worse. you’d rather be absentmindedly strumming chords on the guitar instead of-

your running thoughts pause when you notice a crowd forming around the large windows. 

the knife in your hand clatters to the table below you before you run past robin to push through the crowd. your heartbeat pounds against your ears, ignoring the clamor of the people you’re pushing out of the way. 

you come to a clearing, noticing steve staring out the window in the front. you reach out to grip his shoulder to pull yourself to him, stumbling forward out of the packed crowd. his hand instinctively grabs yours to bring you closer to him, holding onto you protectively. 

when you’re close enough, you finally realize why everyone has gathered. to other people, it seems like it’s snowing, but to you and your friends, the familiar upside down dust is floating freely in the air. 

“steve…” you breathe out, hand gripping his just as harshly, “what’s going on?”

he turns his head, giving you a look that makes fear travel down your spine, “i think.. it’s merging with our world. another gate must’ve opened.” 

the sound of another gate opening makes you perk up, mind cranking with millions of thoughts. steve realizes what just clicked in your mind, but he’s too slow to react. you’ve already pulled your hand away from him, and started pushing back through the crowd. 

you need to find this gate in hawkins, you need to find eddie. 

steve calls out your name repeatedly, not having the best luck weaving and bobbing through the crowds as he chases after you. 

your feet take off in a sprint, dodging numerous children and people as you make your way through the maze of corridors in the high school. the area is heavily guarded by military personnel; which means you need to find a way past them. 

you burst through the front doors of the school, trotting quickly down the steps. the door behind you bangs open, a panting steve emerging as he weakly screams your name. 

you stop in your tracks, turning around to look at him with a stern glare.

“steven, you can either you help me, or you can ignore what i’m doing and go back to folding clothes.” you breathe out heavily, giving him an ultimatum. 

he marches up to you, face twisted with frustration, “i don’t think you realize how dangerous it’s going to be to go back! i mean- seriously? there’s militia everywhere, they will shoot-!” 

“you can lecture me all you want, harrington, but you will not change my goddamn mind.” 

steve groans in annoyance, looking up at the darkened sky, “you obviously know i’m not going to let you do this by yourself, right?” he mutters, stressfully running his hand through his hair as he drops his head to stare at his feet. 

a small grin curls up on one side of your mouth, your hands rest proudly on your hips, “i seriously love you, steve. now let’s go.” you slap your hand into his to pull him to your car but he doesn’t budge. 

“we can’t do this alone.” 

steve corrals robin and dustin from inside the school, gives nancy a call, but she refuses to help anyone go back into that hell. (that’s her exact words)

dustin knows exactly where eleven’s hideout is, so steve drives there with the help of dustin’s directions. the car rolls up to a very old, almost destroyed cabin. 

the inter-dimensional dust seems to be thicker around this part, and there’s nobody to be found. “come on.” you usher, hopping out of the backseat to run towards the house. you knuckles rap against the wooden door, but to no avail. 

you hop down the steps, ignoring the rest of them to run around back. you notice a trail that leads through the forest, so you opt to follow it; even with steve’s fatherly protests. 

it seems like you’re going the right way since the dust is growing thicker, almost as if a gate is nearby. you come across a clearing, a grassy hill scattered with wildflowers. the scene behind it catches your eye, dark smoke billows into the sky from the cracked open earth. 

it resembles a scene out of a fantasy book, like lava is spewing from the depths of the planet. the group is standing farther down the hill, surrounding something on the ground. 

you run up to them, chest constricting with anxiety as you grow closer. there it is- the gate.

the people around you call your name in surprise from your arrival, but it falls upon deaf ears. every form of self-preservation is screaming at you to not jump through, but your heart aches for eddie; to find him and put his body to rest.

as you’re about to step through the gate, your body is held captive by someone gripping the back of your metallica t-shirt, “what do you think you’re doing?” 

your head spins around to the person holding you back, seeing hopper, alive and well. “oh my god!” you shriek, throwing yourself at the man who quickly hugs you back with a hearty laugh. 

“hey kid. how you doing?” his deep voice rumbles. this doesn’t seem real. 

the floodgates let loose, tears soaking into his shirt. “i’m terrible.” you sniffle, wiping your nose with your hand, “my boyfriend… he- he died in there.” you point back at the gate with your lip quivering. 

“i want to get him. bring him back to give him a proper burial. i just- i left him in there.” you sob, digging your face into his chest. 

“hey, hey. i don’t think going back there is the best idea right now. we need a plan.”

you pull away from him, eyebrows furrowed in frustration, “i do have a plan. i’ve been thinking about it for days. i know what i need to do.” you pull away from him, turning on your heel to stare down directly into the gate. 

it seems as if everything slows down around you. before you could decide if you want to jump into it, a tentacle from the gate whips out at your foot. the slimy extremity spirals up your leg to grip your body, pulling you harshly to the ground. 

a scream leaves your mouth as you’re tugged towards the mouth of it, “no!” you yelp, scratching at the ground, dirt building up under your nails. you wanted to make this decision yourself, not to be forcefully taken in.

flashes of your friends running after your helpless body are seen between your head being hit repeatedly against the ground. your body is lashed around by the violent force of the creature as you fight against its efforts. 

your strength is nothing compared to it, unable to keep yourself in your own world. the tentacle tightens it’s grip on your ankle as it pulls your body into the alternate dimension. 

the thing detaches from you, throwing your body into the air as you scream into the oblivion. gravity takes over and you’re sent hurling towards the ground. your side slams into the solid terrain, your lungs left unable to work. 

all the air is punched out of your body, instantly struggling to breathe as you army crawl away from the insistent tentacle. “augh- fuck.” you wheeze, unable to take a fully deep breath from the air being knocked out of you.

you roll onto your back, looking over at the gate that’s sealing up in the ground. the once colorful flowers around you seem to have molded and withered away, the sky is dark and menacing, lightning flashing red. 

your consciousness seems to fade in and out, head twirling dizzily. you blink in attempt to clear your fuzzy eyesight, lungs finally regaining some strength. 

your hand rests on your chest as you breathe in all the upside down grime. you close your eyes for a moment to try and relax, taking in deep and slow yet painful breaths. 

something above you blasts air in your face, making you gasp and whip your eyes open. the dark silhouette of a large bat-like creature in the sky is shown by the flashing lightning. 

adrenaline kicks in your nervous system, activating your fight or flight response. your legs scramble beneath you as the bat nose dives, and barrels down right towards you. 

“shit shit shit shit!” you screech when you notice it growing closer, hands coming up to hide your face. it’s cold grasp embraces your body, trapping your arms by your sides and lifting you up into the sky.

the freezing air whips through your hair, your eyes hesitantly squint open to look around you. red flashes in the clouds you’re flying through, making your body tremble with fear. even with the cold temperature of the sky, sweat pools on the back of your neck.

the monster soars through the air, it’s fur slightly tickling your nose. since you’re pressed into it’s chest, you didn’t dare to look up at its face. you’re not dead… yet, so you decide to glance at your attacker. 

it seems almost human like- it’s skin is soft, yet deathly pale, almost grey. it’s wearing a bloodied white shirt, it’s scarred sides in full view from the torn holes. you realize that it’s not fur, it’s curly hair that adorns it’s head. 

oh my god. 

the jawline, the hair, the ripped up hellfire club shirt… 

“eddie?” you scream out over the loud wind in your ears. instantly, tears spring to your eyes as you wiggle in his grasp to bring one of your hands out. his tight grasp doesn’t budge, not letting you move as he traps you against his chest. 

eddie drops beneath the clouds, making you squeal from the feeling in your abdomen. his arms tighten protectively around you before his wings widen, stopping the airflow to gently lower you both to the ground. 

once your feet touch the grass, you stumble backwards to fully look at him. it’s eddie, but he doesn’t look like your eddie. his skin is much paler, clothes torn where he was bitten by the demo-bats, wings folded fingertips black with long dark nails, and leather jacket scuffed and ripped from his protruding wings. 

“eds?” you call out his name again, stepping forward with your hand out. his head hangs, frizzy hair covering his face as he shakes and grips the roots at the top of his head.

“baby, please. look at me.” your voice whimpers out desperately, tears running down your cheeks. 

“stay away!” he raises his voice, making you stop in your tracks. his shoulders quiver as he silently cries into his hands, “i’m a monster. i don’t want you to see me like this. why did you come back?”

you take another careful step towards him, waiting for him to tell you no before you take another one, “my love. you’re not a monster.” you mutter with a breathy laugh. 

his head lifts up, looking at you with bright glossy red eyes instead of the dark brown ones you’ve grown so fond of. you stop to stare at him, looking over his slightly sunken cheeks. his perfect lips are still plump, and slightly pink. 

“but i am.” he talks, flashing his pearly fangs in his mouth. the sight makes your blood run cold, but you refuse to let him know that it terrifies you. 

“no, eds. you’re not.” you shake your head with a watery smile, reaching both your hands out for him. his bright eyes dart towards you, then to your hands then back down to his.

shakily, he lifts his arms so his hands were hovering above yours, fingertips grazing against each other’s. you slightly raise your hands, fingers wrapping around his slender wrists. the temperature of his skin is a great contrast to yours. it feels as if he’s been outside in the snow all day.

“i don’t wanna hurt you, sweetheart.” his voice is timid, quiet and scared. 

“you won’t. i know you won’t.” you let your hands travel up his familiar arms, feeling the muscles and once full veins under his skin. you let your hands travel to his waist, pulling yourself towards him to embrace his rigid body. 

at first, he’s tense when your body presses into his, but he soon softens against your touch. he nuzzles his nose into your hair, letting out a relieved shaky breath. “god, i missed you so much.” 

“eds, you died in my arms. i thought i was never going to see you again.” you mumble into his dirty shirt, voice muffled. 

“i did, but i woke up once you left. i turned into... whatever this is,” he motions to his body, “think i’m part demo-bat, or somethin’.” he chuckles, fluttering his wings behind him. 

“like kas the bloody-handed, from d and d.” 

“kas?” he tilts his head back to look at you with a sly smirk, “hearing you say that was so sexy.” 

“only learned from the best.” you bring your pointer finger up to poke his nose, making his face scrunch up. 

“can i kiss you or will you bite me?” 

“maybe i will… maybe i won’t.” he shrugs playfully, gripping your hips to pull you closer. his infamous smirk makes your stomach flutter with butterflies. 

you stand slightly on the tips of your toes, craning your neck up to peck a wary kiss against his cool lips. he chuckles against you, dipping down to catch his lips with yours again.  

the temperature sends a shock down your spine, goosebumps rising on the surface of your skin. his nails slowly drag up the back of your arm, making another shiver wrack through your body. 

the sharpness of his fangs press into your bottom lip as he deepens the kiss, wiggling his tongue past your lips to press against yours. 

eddie’s hands glide down your sides to rest on the swell of your ass, squeezing the plushy flesh there. his wings flap happily behind him, curling in around your bodies to shield you both from the surroundings. 

you pull back from the kiss, eyes fluttering open to look around, noticing the fleshy wings circled around you. “eds, you’re so beautiful.” you stare up into his crimson irises, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek. 

the boy nuzzles his cheek into your palm like a puppy, happy to be here with you in this moment. touching you, feeling your warm skin under his icy fingertips. 

the crunch of footsteps behind you makes him tug you against his chest possessively, wings tightening around your body to hide you as he whips around towards the sound. 

eddie lets out a loud hiss, showing his fangs at the aggressors in front of him. his eyes are intimidating, baring his teeth as he tries to ward off the intruders. 

“hey, hey, hey!” someone attempts to calm him down, their voice deep and muffled by something. “we don't want to hurt you. we’re looking for someone! a girl. she came in here, did you see her?” 

his eyes flicker between the people, muscles softening against you. his wings slowly unravel, letting you in view. when you turn on your heel, you don’t exactly recognize them at first. 

two men are standing in front of you, clothed in protective gear, flashlights and weapons in hand and bandanas over their nose and mouth. “steve? hopper?” you breathe out, squinting to get a better look. 

“hey, yeah- it’s us.” steve’s eyes flicker to eddie, looking fearful of the winged man. “harrington?” eddie calls out with a shocked tone, hands on his hips as he leans forward to stare at him for a moment.

“should’ve known by the hair.” he gestures with a twirl on top of his own head, “sorry, buddy.” he chuckles, “didn’t mean to scare ya.” 

“what happened?” harrington asks, eyes raking over munson’s silhouette with a frightened look. 

“long story short… those uh bats? turned me into a vampire, kind of thing.” he nods his head once he thinks he explained it good enough, pursing his lips awkwardly. 

“y/n. we have to go. you can’t stay here, come on.” hopper waves his hand as he moves toward you. 

your eyebrows furrow, taking a step towards eddie. “i’m not leaving him. i just got him back.” you wrap your arms around his side. 

eddie pulls you in protectively as hopper sighs and takes another slow step towards you both, “i don’t want to fight with you, let’s just go. it’s not safe.” 

“excuse me. i don’t know who you are, but she says she doesn’t want to go, and frankly, i don’t want her to either.” eddie grows more and more protective by the moment, upper lip slightly twitching as he yearns to snarl. 

the man completely disregards eddie, “did you not hear me correctly? it’s. not. safe. you can’t be breathing in all this shit for a long period of time.” hopper grows impatient, his broad shoulders huffing. 

steve is behind him, eyes darting nervously between everyone as he stays quiet. “you gonna help me, or what, kid?” hopper shouts back at steve who clears his throat and steps forward. 

“yeah, uh. you should probably listen to him.” 

“or what?” you snap back, chest rising and falling quicker as anger brews deeply inside of you. 

“or i’m going to drag your ass out of here.” jim states, obviously loosing his cool. 

“over my dead body.” eddie steps forward, almost chest to chest with the taller man. his fangs slightly show as he finally snarls at him. 

hopper let’s out a chuckle, but not one that’s sounds like you just told him a joke. “huh, okay.” his hand rests on the weapon in the holster of his waist. 

“eddie. get us out of here.” you whisper up to your boyfriend, in fear for both of your safety. “hold on tight.” his arms wrap around your waist as he launches himself from the ground and into the air. 

“hey?! hey!” hopper and steve yell at you both, watching from the ground as eddie disappears into the clouds. 

your body shivers from the below freezing temperatures of the high altitude, gripping his body for some sort of solace. 

“hold on, baby. tryna find your house.” he dips beneath the clouds, eyes looking over the area until he finds your home. he drops to the ground, leading you up to your doorstep. 

eddie pushes open the front door, letting you walk inside first before following behind. he locks the door behind you both, letting you look around at your home. 

“it’s like mine… but different.” you breathe out, walking up the steps to find your room. eddie folds his wings behind his back as he follows you up the staircase. 

the door to your bedroom is already cracked open, letting you slip inside easily. the bed is messy and thankfully not covered in vines, “i’ve been staying here. since mine got destroyed by the giant gate.” he clears his throat awkwardly, watching you as you peer at all your familiar things. 

“can you sleep?” you ask, turning to look at him leaning against the doorway. 

“nope, i tried.” he huffs, rolling his eyes, “doesn’t mean i can’t cuddle with you while you do.” his eyes perk up, awaiting for your answer with a little smile. 

“of course, darling. you can always cuddle me.” you plop on the bed, patting the empty space beside you. 

eddie sulks up to you, sinking into the soft mattress. “you know, i tried to leave through a gate and it burned me. i mean, i healed quickly, but it hurt like a mother-fucker.” 

your worried eyes flash to him, “wait- you can’t leave?”

he shrugs in response, gulping when he notices your emotions growing stronger, “don’t worry ‘bout it right now, babe. we’ll get henderson down here and that nerd will figure something out.” he wraps an arm around your shoulders, guiding you down into the bed. 

“but for now, get some rest, okay? i can tell you’re tired.” he tucks you in under the blankets along with himself beside you. 

he stares down into your eyes as he slightly hovers above you, “everything will be okay.” he pecks your lips with a reassuring smile. 

“you’re right, we’ll figure something out.” you give him one last kiss before succumbing into his side, nuzzling against him to get comfortable enough to be able to fall asleep. 

one of his wings sneaks underneath you, wrapping around the side of your body like a canopy. he absentmindedly presses soft kisses to your face, enjoying watching you sleep.

“i love you.” he whispers to your sleeping self, before he begins to press kisses down to your jaw, making his way to your neck. 

eddie let’s his cold tongue poke over your jugular vein, feeling the heartbeat pumping blood through your body. his mouth salivates at the feeling, knowing you’ll be so tasty. you’re his girl, everything about you is tasty. 

he’s careful not to wake you up while he drags his fangs across your soft skin. every bone in his body aches to feed, to sink his teeth into you.

the animalistic urges take over, eyes tearing up from being unable to control himself. a hoarse hiss emits from his mouth, making you jolt awake. he presses his nose into your skin as you wake up, “eddie?” your pretty voice whispers out to him, pushing against his chest but he doesn’t budge. 

he trembles in your arms, lips opening to mouth at your skin, “eddie, you’re scaring me, baby. get off.” you whimper, pushing more aggressively against him. 

“i’m so sorry. i just- i can’t be without you... please forgive me. i love you.” he weeps softly in your ear. 

his words makes you go still, eyes going wide when you realize his fangs are pressing into your skin. “eddie!” you yelp once the pain grows hot on your neck, pushing your hands roughly at his chest. 

a cry tumbles past your lips, his wings curl around you to hold you steady. his strength is no match against you as he slurps at your delicious blood. 

the thick warm liquid hits his tongue, an almost orgasmic moan gurgles out against your neck, “eddie, please!“ your cries grow softer as more blood is drained from you. 

the hits against his chest slowly fade to nothing as you go limp in his arms. he pulls back instinctively with a gasp, wiping his wet mouth on the back of his hand. 

he cups your face once he realizes what he’s done, “i’m so sorry, baby. i’m so sorry.” he wails above you, wiping at the seeping blood on your neck with his hand. his thumbs swipe under your eyes to dry up your tears.

“you’ll wake up soon, sweetheart. everything will be okay.” 

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